Holding On To Summer

Holding On To Summer

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The news came one morning in the middle of spring, the last leg of the school year, summer so close it could almost be touched if not for the firmly shut glass windows of Kanbry High School. Everyone was happily and anxiously awaiting the day the bell rang for the final time and the doors swung shut behind them for the last time that year and the doors to freedom, three months of free time and golden sunlight were flung open for them. No one could wait and hallway and background chatter centered around one thing; summer. Summer vacations, summer plans, summer weather, summer clothes. Until that one morning in the middle of second period, the ominous sound of the crackly old barely used PA system echoed through the building. Silence ensued. Afterwards, the talk was still about summer, but of a completely different kind.
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Her entire life so far had been like one sunny afternoon, passing quickly and soon forgotten along with all the other days that had no stand-out excitement or tragedy. At thirteen she was ready to explore the entire world, learn fighting and this new world. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As he looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful. He saw her passion! A story about love and finding her identity! Who is she? Enjoy reading. :)

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